Monday, January 16, 2006

new beginning: freshly baked from the oven!

Ta-daaah! Got myself a new look for the blog, in congruence with the starting-fresh stuff I was going on about. The new look is more poised, more edgy aye? Speaking of poised and edgy, Project Runway's final episode will be airing tonight! And for the first time in a long while I'd be home to catch it!

This is possible because I didn't go for dance class at school. And I didn't go because I woke up this morning with a magically swollen throat. I say magical because there was no sign of any swelling yesterday. It just sorta... bloomed overnight. Well, the silver lining is that I get to skip my TWC class, which can be a total snore. I'm glad I have such an understanding Prof! I'm feeling better now, but still a bit weak, so I figured might as well rest at home rather than go for dance because boy do I need the rest! Tomorrow onwards will be filled with daily rehearsals for Grand Opening, intensive driving, and a make-up MPW quiz at 8.30 am on Thursday (!!!) because I won't be able to make it for my regular class this Friday noon. That is again because of the existence of a Grand Opening rehearsal starting at 8.20 am on Friday.

I'm using this calm before the storm to stock up on sleep, like a camel, y'know.

Guess the busy schedule is not something I should complain about. It's good in a way, like I'd be too busy to get reminded of how heartbroken I am. To be honest though, I'd rather mend my broken heart through slacking at home playing PS2, which is precisely what I did this afternoon after reading a bit of MPW. And it's not like I've felt heartbroken so far. Maybe I'm still at the numb denial stage. Maybe the sadness will set in during the 8.20 am Grand Opening rehearsal and I will burst into tears in the middle of the Brazilian dance. That'll be disastrous.

I'm grateful to the friends who have offered their listening ears and time. If I need someone to talk to, I'd definitely come to you guys. You're the best! If I ever feel lonely, I know I can count on you. If I ever feel like stabbing my heart with a kitchen knife, I'll be sure to let you know first. Though I most probably won't do something like that because I get queasy around blood.

Jokes aside, I'm pleasantly surprised you've offered your time so readily and willingly. We will definitely have to get together and chat. Not to mourn over past, but to gossip and bitch about the future!